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Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 – 1972
Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Refresh and try again. Piedrw the Stone of Madness Quotes Showing of As if nothing was happening, which is true. II But you, I want to look at you until your face escapes from my alejanddra like a bird from the sharp edge of the night.
III Like a girl made of pink chalk on a very old wall that is suddenly washed away by the rain.
V Every gesture of my body and my voice to make myself into the offering, the bouquet that is abandoned by the wind on the porch.
VI Cover the memory of your extradcion with the mask of who you will be and scare the girl you once were. VII The night of us both scattered with the fog. IX To fall like a wounded animal in a place that was meant to be for revelations. X As if it meant nothing.
Extracting the Stone of Madness Quotes by Alejandra Pizarnik
extraccioj Everything closed and the wind inside. XI Under the black sun of the silence the words burned slowly. XII But the silence is true. And what did I wish for? I wished for a perfect silence. XV Delight of losing one-self in the presaged image. I rose from my corpse, I went looking for who I am.
XVI My endless falling into my endless a,ejandra where nobody waited for me —because when I saw who was waiting for me I saw no one but myself. XVII Something was falling in the silence.
The water trembles full of wind. XIX The blinding of day, yellow birds in the morning.
A hand untangles the darkness, a hand drags the hair of a drowned woman that never stops going through the mirror. To return to the memory of the body, I have to return to my mourning bones, I have to understand what my voice is saying.
Poems – If the soul should ask you if that is far from here, you should say, On the other side of the river, not this one, but the one over there. I am warning you and I warned you.
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